Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me know what's up and they can on,
Thinkin' about the homeys passed on.
Death row come to show you all the at,
And show you how my label got the name
So many see me, and time is money,
But in the p-e-n, yo.
back to viet nam, california.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every motherfuckin you on the west side,
The best side, 20 niggers just died.
Walkin' the streets of l.a.
Stay strapped cause bust caps every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat their caps peelin' back.
So when you in the c-p-t.
You heat from fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
Cause they the type of shit that I be holding.
If another word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

[snoop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get snoop's got a gun,
And he's for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's to put they ass in the mix.
on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and they all fiend
Follow me, keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock me,
A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the motherfuckin' d-o-g, from the l-b-c.
Look at the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a mag, and mack 10
So you wanna do? (what you wanna do? )
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
So if you blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im with the hollow and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
That ought to stop beatin' up blacks,
in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I fade the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your dome.
'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on motherfuckin' shit.

Yeah, and you stop,
Cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...